Reverse Rivalry

An Undertale

The shower cubicle was small. It was utterly unable to hold two tall teenage boys together but by some miracle, they awkwardly fitted. Jale could feel the brush of Skylar's hair on his forehead slightly. Their heads were almost pressed together. The shower was running hard, and they were completely drenched from head to toe. It was a hot, wet mess of tangled limbs.

They knew this was a bad idea. The size of the bathroom was akin to a cage. It wasn't made to hold two hormonal boys well enough for them to shower but Jale was finding it hard to care with Skylar's magnetic dark eyes staring down at his chest, sliding his hands over his muscles with the loofah slowly and tenderly. The droplets from the water were cascading down his face, creating an image Jale was burning into his core memory. The boy was ethereal. That thought will always torture him.

Skylar smiled as he brought the loofah up to brush it over Jale's nose, then pushed the entire thing into his face, causing Jale to splutter at the soapy taste attacking his mouth. He grabbed Skylar's arm and brought it down to see the boy snickering at his antics. The burn in his eyes was unbearable, but he still didn't try to close them to combat the irritating feeling. The childhood innocence on the boy's face had to be seen, always.

They showered like that for minutes, maybe hours, slowly washing away everything they have been, were and shouldn't have been to create moments with what they are and who they will be.

Their hands moved over each other's skin with the love they both needed. They showered with a lack of urgency, with a lack of lust but with all of it combined at the same time. Their kisses in the cubicle, under the water, were slow, passive and serene. Laughter filled the gaps of silence and playfulness completed it.

They dressed each other, too, as if they needed to keep their hands on each other at all times, even doing the most mundane thing every human could do on their own. They would kiss right after, indulging in that never-falling urge until they had to stop and breathe.

They decided to show up to school after all, with three minutes to spare before the third period began. It was shameless at best to arrive almost when a quarter of lessons were finished but Skylar had the perfect excuse for his math teacher when he waltzed in the classroom, interrupting the lesson, confident and unashamed as if he placed the sun in the sky.

"I had a doctor's appointment," He casually said and took his seat at the back. The teacher stared at him with a pensive expression but then resumed her lesson.

Skylar was in a great mood. He decided to pay attention to class today but yet his brain still traveled to Jale. His smile got bigger as he remembered the expression on the boy's face when he had sneaked up behind him in the kitchen, and tickled him.

Who knew the golden boy was ticklish to a high degree? He hid that well.

"Mr Lain,"

"Mr Lain,"

"Mr Lain!"

Skylar jumped as the teacher slammed the duster down on his desk snapping him out of his daydreaming.

"Class is over,"

He looked up into her unsurprised face then his eyes shifted to the empty classroom. His eyes moved to the windows where he caught a familiar head of blonde hair leaning on the wall. Jale. A small smile rose to his lips as he watched the boy fiddle with his out-of-place strands on his head.

"Mr. Lain, you showed up to class when it was halfway done, with a lousy excuse without showing proof of any doctor's note. You do know that's grounds for detention?"

Skylar's eyes flickered back to her face and he blinked slowly. His eyebrows arched at her insinuating any bizarre punishment. He looked down at the duster on the desk and then back up to her face.